My wife Karen and I were going through some rather difficult times when our only daughter Amanda, decided to move back in with us. She had come to her senses and moved out of her good-for-nothing boyfriend's apartment. Naturally, we were elated by this, and welcomed her back with open arms. As it turned out, her arrival was a blessing in disguise.
Before Amanda moved in, Karen and I were constantly at each other's throats, fighting over some inconsequential thing, with every week bringing something new and different to argue about. The only good thing about these persistent battles was that afterward, we would reconcile by making love. Now, instead of quarrelling, we just avoided each other like the plague, and I was cut off from the only real enjoyment that we had together.
To make matters even worse, Karen liked to sleep in ultra sheer transparent baby dolls, or nothing at all. She would be there, her more than abundant charms openly displayed. Where before it had been a joy to look at the sensuous curve of her body, or watch her bountiful breasts rise and fall with each breath that she took, now it was torment. No longer was I able to reach out and run my hand over her smooth skin, caressing all those wonderful places that endear women to men.
Then one hot night while I was laying in bed craving that bewitching body lying next to me, I began to feel an urgent need building within me. My cock had swollen to enormous proportions and was straining against the confines of my shorts. It was frantically pleading with me to release the pressure that had built up within it by finding it a home, preferable in a warm, wet pussy. With my wife's body off limits to me, my only alternative was to do it myself.
Consumed by this thought, yet not wanting to arouse my sleeping wife, I went to the bathroom to stroke my inflamed shaft. Although it was pleasurable, for some unexplained reason, I couldn't get off. My mind desperately searched for a solution, then remembered the magazines that I kept hidden in the den. Certain that they would help, I headed there to retrieve them.
Opening the door, I flicked on the light and started towards their hiding place. But the sound of covers being hastily adjusted stopped me dead in my tracks. Suddenly, I remembered that my daughter had taken over my sanctuary. Without looking at her, I made my apologies and started to leave.
"Are you and mom still fighting," Amanda asked, before I could get very far.
"Yes, darling, I'm afraid that we are," I replied, continuing to depart. I was ashamed at having disturbed her and whatever she was doing. After all I had barged in on her and didn't want to embarrass her further by any drawn-out conversation.
An awkward silence had fallen over the room by the time my hand had reached the light switch. It was then that I heard a faint humming sound. Thinking that maybe I had left the computer on, I went over to the desk to shut it off, but it wasn't on. Immediately, I felt my face become flushed as I realized that I had intruded upon something very private.
Not thinking, I turned toward her and expressed my regrets for having infringed upon her privacy. As our eyes met, I could tell that she was in a highly aroused state. My daughter looked at me for a moment, then lowered her eyes. I heard a gasp as her gaze rested upon my still ridged cock, now poking out of my shorts.
Instantly, I dropped my hands and tried to stuff my stiff organ back into my jockey shorts. I chided myself for having forgotten that I had pulled it out earlier, and that it still hanging exposed.
"Looks like you're in the same shape that I'm in." Amanda said with a laugh. "Maybe we can help each other out."
I looked at her, shocked at what I had just heard, and unable to believe that it had been my daughter who had said those words. As I gazed at her beautiful face, I could tell that my mind hadn't been playing tricks on me. She was sensuously licking her lush lips, as her hand flipped back the covers.
"Hell, dad, I'm as horny as you are," she said as she did it.
My eyes nearly dropped out of my head, and my mouth fell open in gaping wonder. My daughter had become a wonder of voluptuousness.
Amanda's breasts were bigger and fuller, with the most beautifully erect nipples I'd ever seen. She had the same magnificent curve of her waist and hips as her mother, though hers seemed to be more attractive and appealing. Her long shapely legs were spread just far enough apart to give a glimpse at the tantalizing treasure that lay between them. Just the sight of her lying there like that would have stimulated any man's libido, including mine.
